Bumblepaw
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| 03 Dec 2011 11:38 AM |
You are running through the woods when screams break out through the trees. As you run, you find a body that looks like a Russian's. All of a sudden, two men break out running through the woods, firearms aimed and ready to fire. You take the dead Russian's 6P62, and clutch it to your chest in defense. But Russians are too fast. They grab the barrel of the gun, flip it around, and kick you in the crotch. You wake up in a sort of cell. It has bars on it's door, and a small window at the edge of it. You spot a heat vent under your bed. Slowly, you creep down and it neatly folds off. The cold, dusty floor scrapes at your leg. Your body fits perfectly into the hatch. You creep down the narrow, closed-in vent, and you turn a corner. Two men are arguing in a room. A 720-P is resting against the other vent. You slowly army crawl down the vent system. Opening the vent quietly, you grab the assault rifle. Luckily, it had a silencer on it. You point it to the first Russian's forehead. You don't know how to speak Russian, but you are sure he cussed at you. The wall blows up. Americans storm in. "Hurry!" says an American -- was he a corporal? He could tell by his hat he wore: scouting armor. You and the army rush out the deserted building, into a crusty Hummer. As you cruise along the streets, you see civilians running about. "Welcome to the Army, mate," says a man with a brown goatee. "You can call me Captain Ikler, if you wish, otherwise, just call me Captain." You shakily grasp his hand and shake it. As you shake his hands, the corporal you saw earlier hands you an AUG-A1. You feel proud of yourself. You want to fight this war.
RULES: No Call of Duty guns, such as the AK-74U. I will make an exception if they are REAL, such as the L96A115 being the L96A1. No saying things such as, 'I run in and kill every guy in the building.' No calling hostiles 'bad guys.' Call them by their country, such as Russia being Russians or Germany being Germans. Our allies are France, Spain, and England. Do not call them hostiles, as they are friendlies. Say 'I' if you read the rules.
CS: N@me: @ge: (Must be more than 18) H3ight: W3ight: Appearance: Guns: (Again, no fakes, look it up if you have to) Accessories: Specialty: (EXAMPLE: Throwing Knives. No mythology magic like flying.) Rank: (Must be less than or is Private, I will promote you if you follow the rules)
My CS N@me: Joseph Malik @ge: 19 H3ight: 6'4 W3ight: 163 Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, dark green shirt, jeans with holes, ReBok shoes Guns: Barrett REC7 Accessories: Dog-tags Specialty: Runs/Sprints Fast Rank: Captain
Have fun. |
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Bumblepaw
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| 03 Dec 2011 11:46 AM |
| I also have to accept you. |
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Riku1257
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| 03 Dec 2011 11:48 AM |
CS: N@me: James Pitt @ge: (Must be more than 18):19 H3ight:5,8 W3ight:125 pounds Appearance:Has a leather jacket, and leather boots, dark sunglasses so you can't se his eyes, they're gray btw, fair white skin, blond hair, in bands that fall over his eyes. Guns: (Again, no fakes, look it up if you have to)Aug-A1, Colt M1911 Accessories:None Specialty: (EXAMPLE: Throwing Knives. No mythology magic like flying.)Shooting Rank: (Must be less than or is Private, I will promote you if you follow the rules) Buck Private |
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Bumblepaw
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| 03 Dec 2011 11:51 AM |
| Your accepted. And we can start. |
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Riku1257
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Bumblepaw
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podraptor
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:00 PM |
N@me: Harold Percival @ge: 29 H3ight:5'11 W3ight: 126 Appearance: Almost Confused Black Hair grown Long, Peachy Caucasian Skin Tone, Homemade Headband of British Colors, Smutty Long Grey Hoodie, Commandeered Russian Paramilitary Lower Fatigues a few sizes small. Guns: MG-3E, a lighter version of the Rheinmetall MG3, Civilian Clasp-Knife. Accessories: Dog-Tags, Book-Bag of Mapping Equipment Specialty: General Mechanics Rank: He has no official rank being a last minute recruit. Below Private.
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Riku1257
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podraptor
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Bumblepaw
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:05 PM |
| You are accepted. NOW let's start. Yo, anybody can make the first start, I mean, I'm terrible at it. |
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Riku1257
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podraptor
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:06 PM |
| Alright, I'll try my best. |
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Bumblepaw
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:11 PM |
NEW RULE: No controlling other peoples characters. |
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podraptor
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:12 PM |
Run.
Run.
RUN!
The sounds of bullets were all around as I tried my best to drag the wounded American soldier up to the seemingly weak wooden palisade. Blood ran from his neck onto the grey tarmac as he tried to put pressure on his wound. A bullet proceeded to skim the side of my forearm as I could feel the slight pain to my right. The Russian soldiers were sporadically sending long volleys of machine-gun fire from the house situated on the hill ahead of us. The only thing that sheltered us from the fire was palisade that was the only adequate cover around. |
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podraptor
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:13 PM |
| (Sorry, I'm not too good either.) |
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Riku1257
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:18 PM |
| I look over my hiding spot, a piece of rubble near a Humvee. I see a guy trying to drag s wounded soldier towards a weak looking palisade. Another soldier saying into a radio "OVERLORD, WEVE BEEN COMPROMISED, SET UP THE LZ 20 KLICKS NORTHWEST( Away from the hill). He guestures to me, "You, know docter'n?" he asks. I reply "Kind of." He looks at the hill, then at the wounded soldier that a guy was still trying to drag. "Good, 'ttend to those men." |
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Bumblepaw
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:18 PM |
"Percival, Percival! Come on, I'll take care of him, but for now, just hold off the Russians! We can do this if we all work together! Go into that building and get hold of that mounted MG! Move!"
Blood roared in my ears as I tried to run toward our wounded man. He was only a few feet away, but it felt like a few miles. I hit the floor just in time to see a bullet soar just above my head. I scrambled up and grabbed my Barrett REC7 off the hard dirt that surrounded me. |
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:20 PM |
N@me: Ashton Mark @ge: 27 H3ight: 6"1 W3ight: 90kg Appearance: Short clipped black hair that is slightly straggled, deep brown eyes, short black stubble up to sideburns, black combat BDU with battle harness, dark black combat boots with a knife holster. Black cap with tinted sunglasses, dark black backpack. Guns: SVDK chambered for 9.3x64 brenkee cartridge, P22 .22 hyper velocity hollow point. NR43 combat knife. Accessories: Suppressor, extended p22 clip, flashlight, Claymore, ghillie suit in backpack. rations, medical kit. Specialty: Long range. Rank: None because he is a mercenary from a PMC, could call him a private. |
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Riku1257
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:21 PM |
| I put the sight of my Aug up to my eye. The Russians were mainly on the roof of the house, but more were coming down the hill. I kill at least 2 coming down the hill, soon the sound of helicopter blades sliceing throught the air bacame apparent. |
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podraptor
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:25 PM |
| "BAH! My God damn arm..." I mumbled incoherently as I scrambled towards the house and behind the nearest piece of cover. My left hand grasping my wound, I collapsed behind a concrete roadblock as a high caliber bullet took a large corner off the thing. Recoiling backwards in surprise, I lost my balance and tumbled onto the road. Exposed, more bullets further proceeded to land around me and ricochet off the flipped and neglected objects around. Quickly, I regained protection behind the roadblock. |
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Riku1257
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:28 PM |
Continuing from last post-
Soon a Black Hawk is righ above us, it drops down a rope. "HEY," I scream over the sound of guns. "CLIMB THE ROPE!!!" I start climbing. Soon Percival, and Malik start to climb, the corpral climbs last. Just as he nears the top, a bullet flys throught his arm, causing him to scream in pain. He starts to fall back but I scramble forward and grab him by the shirt coller, and pull him up. |
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:28 PM |
I stood a few hundred meters from the battle, hands firmly grasped around the carbon pistol grip and handguard of the SVDK and my eye observing the action going on from down the custom attached PSO-1 telescopic sight. (Do we have callsigns or squads?) |
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Riku1257
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| 03 Dec 2011 12:33 PM |
| I see Percival clutching his arm behind a road block. Almost too far, it brings me into the direct line of the russians. I just need a distraction...... Just then a random comes barreling past the roadblocks, towards the hill, this draws the russians fire just enough to let me be able to get to Percival. |
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